Butch Femme · Just Life · Uncategorized

A Work Of Art


She’ll never show the fears she has,

she’ll never open up that far,

her integrity and pride will never fast,

they think she’s full but it’s an empty jar,

she smiles at the peace she’s found,

she keeps the slate wiped clean,

she lays her head where she’s been crowned,

she covers her heart with a smoke screen,

She’ll never lose her place in time,

just moments and minutes she’s put away,

under lock and key it stays sublime,

molded in her, that jar of clay,

She keeps it together though it’s thought she’d break,

she listens to her beating heart,

outside she wears a soothing calm, inside it’s a quake,

inside she paints that perfect picture, outside

a work of art…



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